I'm finally able to share the cover with you for my next novel, Noah and Me. *Squee!*
This book is aimed at readers aged 17+ due to the sexual nature of some scenes.
The release date is set for 15th December and it will be available on platforms for all e-readers and in paperback. I can't wait to share Noah and Ariel's story with you! I hope you love them, especially Noah. Wink, wink! ;o)
Now here's the cover, synopsis, full cover wrap, an excerpt and the link to the giveaway for 5 ARC's and 3 bookmarks...
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Synopsis:
“So you fix
broken hearts, do you?” I ask. “Seems a little ironic.”
Noah Carter is one of the best cardiothoracic doctors in the country.
He’s incredibly intelligent, funny, kind and he’s a beast in the bedroom. He
has scars that drizzle down his chest and painful memories of an unforgettable
night that plague his every waking hour.
Seven years ago, Noah stumbled upon me at the side of a grave and saved
me in one of the most compassionate ways another human being can save
another. I will always love him for that. Always.
He loved me in a way that no man has ever loved me since, and I gave him
everything. I gave it all to him until my secrets and lies tore us apart,
forcing me to shatter his heart into a thousand little pieces.
Seven years ago, he loved me…but now he hates me. And I hate that he
hates me. Leaving Noah is my biggest regret in life - and I have a lot of
things that I regret. A lot.
I’m Ariel Miller, and this is the story of Noah and Me.
Full cover wrap:
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I glance around the corner of the small
building and spot a woman who isn’t dressed like a smart teacher. She’s wearing
white stilettoes and a tiny little black dress that just about covers her
backside. Her breasts, which are definitely fake, protrude out from the scoop
neckline of the dress. Her chocolate-coloured hair is poker straight and falls
to her shoulder blades. I hear her giggling. I see her hand shoot out to touch
a glistening, tanned and extremely toned forearm.
“That’s Candy,” whispers Ben.
“What does she do?” I ask. She arches her back
and pushes her breasts out even further than they were before.
“She’s a Lawyer,” he tells me. “They call her
the black widow.”
I glance at Ben and realise he’s not joking. I
look back at Candy and hear her giggle again, watching as she flicks her hair
over her shoulder. “Does she eat men after she’s slept with them?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “She eats them
after she’s done with them in court instead.”
More
like she hypnotises them with her breasts and hair flicking, I think. “I see,” I say.
“Her tongue is evil,” he says before adding, “and
not in a good way.”
I grin at him.
“Anyway,” he says, pulling on my elbow, “we
should go and say hello to the birthday boy.”
I take a step forward and then the earth stops
moving as all of the blood in my body rushes to my ears. I can hear the beat of
my own heart as it bangs against my chest. The birthday boy’s blue eyes collide
with mine and they’re slowly turning to hard stone in front of me. He steps
away from the wall, roughly pushing Candy off him, and marches towards me.
I can’t take my eyes off him. How can someone
who is beyond beautiful look so ugly at the same time? His light brown hair is
styled perfectly on his head as if he’s just got out of bed. Or maybe he has,
if Candy’s performance was anything to go by. His pale, crystal-blue eyes
display nothing of the thoughts that I have no doubt are obviously running
through his mind. He’s wearing a dark grey shirt and black trousers. Even with
his clothes on, I can tell that there’s a wall of pure muscle hiding underneath
them. I see a faint smattering of chest hair poking out from the top of his
shirt where his top button is undone. His face is tanned and freshly shaven.
“You!” he says, his deep voice wrapping around
me like a warm blanket. His gaze shifts to my neck like lightning. His eyes
linger for a fraction of a second on my necklace and I see a hint of
astonishment flash across his face. Then it’s gone, replaced by the cold,
screwed-up face that he had before.
I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Every
single hair on my skin stands on end as his angry breath washes over my face.
Air leaves my lungs and doesn’t come back in. How the fuck is he here? Of all
the places in the entire world, how is he here?
I finally realise he’s still towering over me,
looking as if he wants to strangle me. I take a deep breath. I can’t do this.
“Erm, do you two know each other?” asks Ben.
Ignoring Ben, I continue to stare at him. He
stares at me. What could we possibly say to each other that would make any of
it okay? I can’t be here. I can’t be near him. I need to leave.
“No,” he hisses, as his eyes trail all over me.
Liar.
“I don’t know who this girl is,” he says.
I know it’s wrong to feel hurt that he called
me a girl, but I do. I don’t want him looking at me like that either. Not when
I feel so shitty about what I’m wearing. I wish I could cover myself up, but I
don’t have enough clothes on to even start.
Ben blinks, looking confused. “Noah, this is
Ariel. Ariel, this is the birthday boy, Noah.”
This isn’t Noah. This is a stranger that
doesn’t know me anymore.
“I’m going,” I announce, tearing my gaze away
from Noah. I look at Ben and feel myself beginning to panic. “Erm, I have to
go.”
“You have
to?” Ben questions.
I nod quickly and start to back away from them.
“I have to go. Right now. I have a horrible headache. Here,” I say, pushing my
glass into Ben’s hand, “take this. And I’m sorry.”
“Ariel,” Ben calls as I turn to leave.
“Let her go,” Noah says. “She wasn’t invited
and she’s not welcome.”
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